By Varsha Karthik
|At the brink of dawn, the world is eerily quiet.
The sky is dim and the roads are fast asleep.
The trees do not sway and their voices are not heard.
As the moon is bright and dazzling, the birds are yet to sing.
The world is hazy and dark.
A mellifluous chorus is heard, which sang melodies that cascaded into the unknown.
Car engines revved, hustling through the streets.
The chorus came to a finale, with it, the paints too.
|Varsha Karthik is a Grade X student of Chettinad Hari Shree Vidyalayam|